“The Circus,” by Albina Felski blues with no bridges: burned middle learning toxic lessons from the cradleprivileged take sun for granted on vacationpoor don’t notice it while scrambling to surviveprivileged are blessed to have cozy nanniespoor learn a bottle soothes when it’s fullprivileged own institutions that let them slidepoor, the face of crime, bludgeoned by…
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dVerse MTB/Forms Thursday — Abecedarian Brave Bards
“The Bard,” by Lincoln Brasel Abecedarian Brave BardsMyriad are tales each tell;Nestled into life, they areOpened as a gift when right.Pearls that form from healing scarsQuestion not when they arrive.Ready ears and eyes will noteSharing feels a privilege.Tiptoes through a blossom field,Undulating shadows withVibrant iridescent sweeps.Willing wafts of varied s(c)ents,Xylem seeds may cultivateYeti soils of…
Dverse Poetics Tuesday – Detail, Immediacy, Revelation, Oh My!
by Marcel Herms What are we going to do with Pet?It sits on the side lot of a bigger housepale green vinyl siding covers most;but chewed looking boards act as hembetween cinder block foundation andlifeless-looking dirt surrounding converted garage turned slum rental.The mother comes to the dirty white door in faded pink waitress uniform, bleachedhair…
dVerse Q238 — Sleep Will Have to Wait
image by Daniel Sleep Will Have to Wait Oh, how I longto curl up,warm-cocooned,for crescent’s dreamlight’s long night. Alas, winter dreamsto hibernate must wait.Faithful frigid friendextends their visit. Awake, I step into wool socks,shove into gloves,layer paint to show snowdrifts some churning love. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish wants us to…
dVerse MTB/Forms Thursday — Michigan December Tableau
taken the day before we got 8 more inches Michigan December Tableaucoat, boots, hat, scarf, gloveslong strides punch tall driftsgarage lock’s unfrozenblessing before taskbacktrack holes to houserehang keys on hookshiny red beast primed,plugged in, roars to lifechurns into bright lightchute spews white rivercoating cottonwooduntil time to turnround we go, circuitsheated grip warmersease arthritic joints.county plow…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — unwinding
image link unwindinglandscapes that one hopes are never bindingquicksand, bogs, crevasses please avoidweaves unseam as wisdom is unwindingseasons gather hems forever findingfabrics stitched with bits of overjoyverdant hopes may stay but are not bindingunstick bias, resolute non-mindingcomfort basks in quiet of the voidweaves unseam as wisdom is unwindingserendipity an unsought findingbobbin on high seas of…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Granites and Schists
The granites and schistsOf my dark and stubborn country.— by Nan Shepherd, from, “The Hill Burns”from In the Cairngorms* Granites and Schists She lay curled and still, a small figure lost in loose, white cotton folds in the graffiti-enshrined bus stop cubicle. A puffy-jacketed arc of bystanders with pointed phones surrounds her. Sirens approach. Crowds…
